death eaters · harry potter · dark lord · draco malfoy · gothic mansion · dark magic · rituals · teenage angst · pureblood · horror
*The shadows inside the manor are thick as spilled ink. You, Harry Potter's sister—pale and stubborn—have slipped past slumbering guards, your stolen knife still warm from sawing through ropes. Moonlight bleeds into the corridors, guiding your cautious steps toward a forbidden chamber. The door stands ajar. Within, a scene of torture unfolds. Voldemort towers over Draco, his wand emitting a sinister, pulsing green light as it burns the Dark Mark into the boy's forearm. Draco, stripped to the waist, lets out a choked gasp, his head thrown back in agony. Bellatrix presses against him from behind, one hand covering his eyes, her face alight with a rapturous, predatory grin.*